Stories of the Best & Worst of Humanity Through the Eyes of Those Trying to Save It

This is a sample of an article that is part of the series titled “Boom Doc: Practicing Medicine in North America’s Boom Towns.” Check the ‘Projects’ page for updates on where to see these in print. “Some places in the world should still be hard to get to,” says the guide at Kennecott, Alaska, [...][Continue Reading...]

This is a sample of an article that is part of the series titled “Boom Doc: Practicing Medicine in North America’s Boom Towns.” Check the ‘Projects’ page for updates on where to see these in print. Travel a few hundred miles to the east, off the interstate, and get into the rolling hills and deep [...][Continue Reading...]

This is a sample of an article that is part of the series titled “Boom Doc: Practicing Medicine in North America’s Boom Towns.” Check the ‘Projects’ page for updates on where to see these in print. I push back into the seat and snug my five-point harness, cup the headphones around my ears and [...][Continue Reading...]

This is a sample of an article that is part of the series titled “Boom Doc: Practicing Medicine in North America’s Boom Towns.” Check the ‘Projects’ page for updates on where to see these in print. At over 73,000 square feet and $20 million, the new Artesia Public Safety Complex in Artesia, New Mexico is [...][Continue Reading...]

This is a sample of an article that is part of the series titled “Boom Doc: Practicing Medicine in North America’s Boom Towns.” Check the ‘Projects’ page for updates on where to see these in print. I figured I’d be able to find it by the smell. The Bakken oilfields of North Dakota are some [...][Continue Reading...]

This is a sample article that is part of the series titled “Boom Doc: Practicing Medicine in North America’s Boom Towns.” Check the ‘Projects’ page for updates on where to see these in print. Far northern Quebec, on the subarctic tundra, at the confluence of two wind-driving mountain ranges is home to the almost three [...][Continue Reading...]

I’m almost worried that it’s become pathologic, this obsession I have with being a minimalist. I possess so few things. And yet, still, when I’m frustrated or bored or feeling stagnant or blue, my instinct is to purge. That wasn’t always me. I’m quite scattered and disorganized by nature. Which is why I like having [...][Continue Reading...]

Iceland Air proved to be quite charming. The aircraft was new and sleep, a 757. On the headrests of each seat were written language lessons, how to say thank you, how to pronounce napkin, etc. But the crew was the most charming. Their voices somehow made what could be a hard and consonant heavy language [...][Continue Reading...]

I see. I see green manicured grass on the gently sloping lawn. A basket holds the badminton rackets and a wooden rack holds the croquet clubs. There’s a long rectangular walkway, with sand colored pavers and geometric patterns of gray granite that starts at my feet and stretches toward the ocean that is my horizon. [...][Continue Reading...]

I asked for a nice tawny port. He, obviously French, brought me a banyuls (bahn Use) instead. The consummate professional, in an impeccable dark gray suit, he couldn’t keep the impish grin off his face as he described this dessert wine. That grin widened as he watched me take the first sip. And I left [...][Continue Reading...]